Tuesday night volleyball came around again and we had a group of 6 people including myself which means that we only had to take one car. After playing 3 intense games with three people on each team we hopped into the car ready to head back to the ship and grab some dinner, only to find out that our car would not start. Absolutely nothing happened when Sam turned the key…lights wouldn’t turn on & the engine didn’t even make a noise. The best idea we could come up with was to push the car and hope that it would start up after it moved a little. Sam told me to get in the driver seat and steer the car as the rest of them pushed. Hesitant, I hopped in and grabbed a hold of the wheel as they started pushing. The only light we had came from a dim street light. But we didn’t make it far enough away from the light that I couldn’t see where I was steering anyways. After about two yards, Sam said, “Turn the key!” I did, but nothing happened. Then he said, “Switch gears!” I froze, realizing that I was sitting in the driver seat of a stick shift car & had only ever driven automatic. Once the 5 people pushing figured that little fact out (which took about 3 seconds), we switched drivers and I got to help push. We ended up pushing the car for a good 100 yards and the car sputted a few times but was too stubborn to start up. There was no way that we were going to push the car all the way back to the ship, so Eric and I headed back to the building next to the volleyball court to find a phone. Managing a way to explain our need for a phone yet lack of money and a phone card was difficult, but a guy ended up letting us use his phone. Eric called the ship and we were told that someone would be sent to rescue us shortly. We walked back to the car & the 6 of us hung out in, around, and on top of the Land Rover. We shared embarrassing moments, played the game “Would You Rather”, looked at the stars, and talked about funny pranks that we’ve witnessed. After about 30 minutes of quality bonding time, Eric decided to try and start up the car again…and it started up as if nothing was ever wrong with it in the first place!
We kept the car running as we waited patiently for our “rescue” car to come. It showed up about ten minutes later which led to us having to explain to the drivers what happened. Then they followed us back to the ship to make sure we didn’t break down on our way home.